Besides, if she were really expelled just like that, then in the eyes of all the students and faculty, she would truly be seen as a shameless person being kept by a man.
"Student Grant, who is your boyfriend? Can't you say?" Vice Principal Chandler sat nonchalantly in his office chair, tapping the pen in his right hand lightly on the desk. He then tossed it aside and leaned back.
"Since you refuse to cooperate, you're expelled!"
The sound of the pen hitting the desk rang out along with the words "you're expelled," striking Clara Grant's already anxious heart and startling her.
She began to feel nervous and afraid. As the anxiety mounted, the pressing need to use the restroom—which she had been putting off—came rushing back, several times more urgent than before.
Her hands clenched and unclenched. She looked at Vice Principal Chandler and mumbled, "Vice Principal Chandler, could I please use the restroom first?"
